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[Tobin and Deception]

What a depressing sight.
The fairgrounds were empty, chilly, desolate, and barren.
Tobin hugged his hoodie close to his thin frame and hummed to himself. He liked the place both when they had something going on here and when they didn’t. That was because 99.9% of the time, there was no one there to share the silence of the place with him. He perambulated the grounds, clad in a rather colorless attire of a black Underoath hoodie, tight black pants with a chain stretching across his right hip, and completely black Vans - slip-ons. He didn’t like the cold and assumed that since the color black attracted sunlight, this was the best thing to wear. He let his obsidian locks, choppy and messy today, fall into his azure eyes, lined with black and pink eyeliner. He sighed softly, breathing deeply afterward and twirling, with a childish giggle. He was such a retard sometimes. Oh well, that was only when he was alone. He hummed, still, a song by Armor For Sleep, and walked with his eyes closed and his arms hugging his own thin frame, sleeves slipping past his hands to warm them.

[Bammy]

There she stood, watching him twirl and hum. Most obviously thinking he was alone. Trying to surpress her laugh she covered her mouth with a rainbow gloved hand, but it escaped anyways. A cheery giggle floated over the fairgrounds.
Mika walked towards the boy and told him flat out "You Have some pretty magical skills right there!", and then twirled around herself, laughing at the fact that she almost tipped over. She kicked a rock that was out of place on the ground and asked him "So, what's your favorite fairground ride?" with a mischevious look in her eye.

[Timothy Victorn]

A hand reached into yet another box of the cookies as a lean figure walked up to the fair grounds. Why was he walking up this almost forgotten path anyway? Was it because he was escaping the city for awhile? No, that indeed wasn't the case surprisingly. He needed muse for a book he was starting ,but there wasn't much to look and go, Oh, look at that now it shall fill me with inspiration! Tim shook his head as he slipped through the gate into the park.

Okay, so maybe not wearing a sweater or jacket wasn't the smartest thing in the world now that he thought about it. His short sleeved shirt cut off a little before his elbows. It was loose on him ,and he liked tight most of the time ,however, he liked the prickling sensation when the cool air made his arms hairs prickle. He did wear his tight dark blue jeans ; he could hardly stand not having something secure around his legs as he walked. His ears were warmed by his long flowing blond hair though. It was the only part of him that was warm as he walked down the ground's paths.

[Tobin and Deception]

Even underneath Tobin’s hoodie, sleeves concealed his arms and hid them from the cold air, and suppressed the knowledge of the fresh, clear scars on his wrists. Not like he was emo enough to let everyone know they were there. He hid his wrists constantly, never letting anyone close enough to see the scars there. He sighed, stopping in his tracks to tug on the drawstrings at the neck of his hoodie, tightening it absently and letting his body relax and come to a stop, a complete stop. He turned to redirect himself, and spotted the most uncommon site in a secluded area such as this - the cure for the desolateness of the area. Timothy, who was a friend and a boy that Tobe wouldn’t have minded hugging, especially since the boy appeared coldened by the nippy air. He made his way over to the boy, stopped in front of him with a small smile, and brought his blue eyes up to look into his.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said softly, resisting the urge to hug him and stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket, “You look cold…” his voice trailed off and he cocked his head in the boy’s direction, as if to ask him two things - if he were indeed cold to confirm Tobin’s assumption, and why he hadn’t worn longer sleeves.

[Bammy]

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